It’s an Anarchist Dream

Dear tyrants of yesterday and your successors, the governments of today;

thieves of our personal liberty

and slavers through your notes of currency, 
I found it.

I found what you hid from us, buried under the multitudes of your banal rules

and complex constitutions,

your laws and your Commerce,

the strings to your puppeteer hands. 
I found the recipe to revolution.

You just add a pinch of anarchy to agitation,

anger to your entrée

and despair to your dessert of dissatisfaction - let them smell the freedom and taste it on their slave tongues, let them swallow it and find that it festers in their stomachs and warms them from the core.

To top it all off, like the cherry on top, add a thimble of insanity - just enough to make them hope that they can achieve what they set out to aim for.

Let the possibility of anarchy cling to their pores and teach them that civilization turned the gentle occasional squall and waves of the sea of the unknown into the dangerous abode of rules, where the fear of the occasional chaos got exchanged for the fear of the breaking of rules.

Let the insanity take over,

let them be creatures ruled by passion; and adding both these to the pot, let them find out how sweet it tastes.

Get all this together, mix it well, then you stick it in the oven.

And remember - Revolution is best served hot.